Zhao Yong: "!!!"
'Two of them!'
'Was the other one the Crown Prince?'
In an instant, his scalp went numb.
The entire Imperial Study felt as if it had transformed into an ice cavern, silent for a thousand years. The air seemed filled with tiny, sharp needles of ice, and he didn't even dare to breathe.
Zhao Huan stood up and slowly walked over to him, looking down from his superior height. "You've done well! As a younger brother, you're willing to take all the blame to protect your dear older brother!
As a subject, you sacrifice yourself to protect the Crown Prince and prevent turmoil within the Great Yu.
Since that's the case, I presume you're also prepared to atone for your sins before the world and be denied entry into the Imperial Mausoleum!
Excellent!
Yong, you've done so very well!"
As he spoke, his hand landed gently on Zhao Yong's shoulder.
The gesture was light.
But it was the straw that broke the camel's back.
